I am living in a rough mining area, surrounded by dirt and dust. A month ago, I became good friends with a mining officer a decent guy. His name is Aman. His wife Riya was stunning fair-skinned, with a thick, round backside that shifted under her saree and large, full breasts that strained her tight blouse. I learned Aman was having an affair with a colleague he had introduced me to because we are partners in crime.
One day, his wife asked me about that woman, she already suspected something. I took the risk and told her I was on her side, and offered to helped her.
We started talking regularly at first about his affair, but I shifted the conversation, making her feel I was her real support. Eventually, I told her all the details, his secret late-night meetings, the flirty nonsense with his colleague and few photos of his husband with that lady. She broke down crying and asked me to come over. When I arrived, she was in her red saree, tears streaming as she said she felt so alone. I told her I'd always be there. I stepped in close, wrapped my arms around her tight, her soft, curvy body sinking into me. Her large breasts crushed against my chest, the saree fabric brushing my hands as I rubbed her back slow and firm after some rubbing i squeezed her ass. She looked up in my eyes full of questions, eyes wet, and I could not hold back I tilted her chin and kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting. She gasped, then kissed me back, full of need.
